Wednesday, April 21, 2021


Once more upon the crowded hill
Shuffled and stumbled
Pillar and post oscillation
Wondering as ever
How to reach out
How to touch, be touched
Instead of lonely
oh so lonely
Lost amongst the masses


I walk the streets

Head down

Seeing gutters

Old fag ends

And anonymous paper bits

Suburban detritus

And wonder



Why and


This is an inspiration?

Sort of

Or a fantasy observation

I see smeared dog shit

And blood stains









Some above that level

Some below

I see

A grimy underbelly

Of this rancid city

I see Pain manifest

On pedestrian visages

I see

Hope vanish as the sun rises

I see life as it is

Rose petals washed from my face

With tears of pity

For them
For me having to see them

For me.

Friday, February 12, 2021


 violence under our skin

itches to release

ordinary people try to make sense

of anything; of everything


bullets give us beauty

make sense from life

revealing a final truth

of everything; of anything

ordinary people made sense


violence upon our skins


Monday, July 17, 2017

Hollow Man

I filled my void with emptiness
took each bright dream and pinched it tight 
between finger and thumb
extinguished like stars at dawn

I filled my void with emptiness
nailed hope to the floor with a spear
and walked away
its hideous mewling possibilities
evaporating like dew

I filled my void with emptiness
it's overflowing with deeds not done
a rubble of hollow words from broken promises

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

- untitled

fresh short plank
shaped, but raw,
still being sanded by
life; that trial of abrasion
no varnish coat
to protect others from itself
a trail of splinters with every contact
most brush off
some push deep
to itch and fester
and for that I am truly sorry

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Life on the FLood Plane

filling my pockets with stones
waiting for the rain

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Half Empty

I sometimes wish
that maybe I could be
a better glass of person

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Strong Words

clack click,
 a nine slips into the chamber
ready to preach
the word of Glock

Friday, May 05, 2017

...Politics & People...

Your words, all breezy and minty
We inhale, a breath of fresh air
Only to gag and choke
on the halitosis truth behind what you say...

Monday, November 14, 2016

Across We go...

two points
a chasm
a bridge
such ease
A to B
B to A
and such desire
that half way,
we turn Left...